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William Wordsworth. XXVI. YARROW UNVISITED. 1803. ( See the various
Poems the Scene of which is laid upon the Banks of the Yarrow ; in particular, the
exquisite Ballad of Hamilton, beginning " Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny, bonny
Let Yarrow Folk, frae Selkirk Town, Who have been buying, selling, Go back to
Yarrow, 'tis their own, Each Maiden to her Dwelling ! On Yarrow's Banks let
herons feed, Hares couch, and rabbits burrow ! But we will downwards with the
Oh ! green," said I, " are Yarrow's Holms, And sweet is Yarrow flowing ! Fair
hangs the apple frae the rock *, But we will leave it growing. O'er hilly path, and
open Strath, We'll wander Scotland thorough ; But, though so near, we will not
turn Into ...
YARROW VISITED, September, 1814. And is this — Yarrow? — This the Stream
Of which my fancy cherish'd, So faithfully, a waking dream ? An image that hath
perish'd ! O that some Minstrel's harp were near, To utter notes of gladness, And ...
A blue sky bends o'er Yarrow vale, Save where that pearly whiteness Is round the
rising sun diffused, A tender hazy brightness ; Mild dawn of promise ! that
excludes All profitless dejection ; Though not unwilling here to admit A pensive ...
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My favorite is "Solitary Reaper". When I first read it, I fell in love with the poem. It's like Wordsworth wrote it for me only.
I always feel understood and totally embraced everytime I read this poem and walk away with a full heart.